You Were My World

"What?" Hermione stared perplexedly at him.

"You poor thing," Draco said taking her hand, "there was an accident, a potion explosion and it seems you lost your memory."

"Potions explosion?"

"Yes dearest," Draco replied, swallowing. He felt like vomiting for having to be so nice to her.

"I thought I lost you," he breathed, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. It was a good thing he had a lot of practice at home, his mother had bought him everything he wanted when he was little.

"Pardon me…" she continued staring at him, "but what… what do you mean by potions explosion?"

Draco was caught off guard for a moment. She had forgotten everything, even the magic world. This is good, so then she won't be able to hex him that is if he decided to give her back her wand.

"Love, I think you should go get clean up, you're a mess." This would give him time to think if he should tell her about the wizarding world and her magic or not. When he saw that she wasn't moving he asked her what was wrong.

"I don't know where the bathroom is." Hermione said after looking left and right.

Draco gazed down at her like she was a dim witted first year for a few seconds. Oh right, she lost her memories, and add in the fact that she had never been inside his penthouse.

"Come along," he led her to the bathroom, which was connected to the bed room.

"Do I have any clothes to change into?" she asked him before she passed the threshold.

Bloody! He doesn't have any woman's robe in his penthouse. "Yes dear, I'll give them to you after you've finished washing up." He told her and shut the door before she could say another word.

Draco went into the hall, putting locking spells on every door he passed as he entered the study. There, he reflected on what he had done. Granger is a famous war hero, who had fought beside Potter. If she turns up missing, then some will be sure to come looking and the trail will lead to him.

This could get him into serious trouble with the ministry, Potty and his muggle loving bunch and not to mention his father. His father will have his head if he hurts their climb back to their original social status.

Draco lied to her, telling her that he was her husband because he thought that if he couldn't have his revenge on Potter, might as well take it out on Granger. Those three are practically the same person, so to him, she is a sort of female representation of Potter. But now that he finally has the time to think about it, Draco is beginning to regret his decision in bringing her here.

By now, Draco has realized that there are only three things he could do. He could still give her the sleeping drought and put her unconscious body back at her own house. When she wakes up, she'll think this was all a bad dream. And if she still has memory lost problems, then let who ever finds her deal with it. It would more likely be Weasley, he probably goes sees her twice a week for a quick shag.

Or he could give her the sleeping drought and take her to the ministry and put her back on the floor where he found her. After that, tamper with the enchanted time cards, switch the numbers around. Make his time out of the ministry at least an hour before the explosion.

Or he could follow through with his initial plan, keep Granger in his penthouse, let her believe she is his wife, and make her do House elf labor. What irony! Granger spent years preaching about fairness for House elves, only to become one herself.

Any way he looked at it, Draco knew it required a lot of work that he couldn't possible pull this off by himself. His wand was shaking, signaling that his wife has left the shower. Draco sent an owl to Goyle, telling him to break into Granger's house, steal some of her robes and bring them to him.

Seeing as he did not have any robes for Hermione to wear at the moment. Draco called Nippy, the house elf that takes care of the penthouse, and told him to go to the manor and find some of his mother's old robes and bring it to the lady in the guest room.

Next, he owled his mother explaining why he didn't come home last night, he told her he had loads of paperwork to finish and not to worry. He wrote that he would be staying in the penthouse of as long as it would take to finish his work and not to let anyone bother him.

Hearing a knock on his door, Draco went to see who it was. He opened the door just a creek, revealing only his head.

"Is this a joke?" Goyle asked confusedly while holding the note Draco owled him earlier.

"No you dunderhead!" Draco half shouted and half whispered.

"You want me to go steal Granger's robes?" Goyle scratched his head.

"Yes," Draco hissed, "be quick about it and don't you dare let anyone see you." He finished by shutting the door at Goyle's face.

Goyle shrugged and left to go find Crabbe so they could break into Granger's house. He has to find out where it is first, though.

"He wants us to steal Granger's robes?" Crabbe asked Goyle.

"Yes." Goyle confirmed.

"Alright." Crabbe grabbed his cloak and went off with Goyle. "I suppose you already have her address?"

"Got it right here." Goyle said, holding up the piece of parchment with her address.

"How did you get it?"

"Nosy gossipers." Goyle answered and thought about Draco's orders, "What do you think her wants her robes for?"

Crabbe shrugged, "He probably got some witch somewhere in his penthouse and wants to play Granger dress up with her."

"You think he fancies her too?"

"Obviously, 'member how he always picked on her at Hogwarts." Crabbe said. "Ever seen him pick on any other witch the way he picked on her?"

"No." Goyle shook his head. "Now that I think about it, whenever he saw her alone with either Potter or Weasel he'd bullied her twice as much."

Crabbe nodded, "I bet you he's got polyjuice with Granger's hair in it."

"How can he get Granger's hair?"

"They both work at the Ministry don't they? He must've got it somehow. Now all he needs is Granger's authentic robes."

"Can't he just shag her...the real her and get his obsession over with?" Goyle suggested.

Crabbe nodded his thoughts exactly.

Draco went to go check on Hermione, still not knowing what he is going to do with her. Did him ordering Crabbe and Goyle to go get her robes mean he wants her to stay with him or is it something else entirely?

He opened his guest room to find that she had nothing but a towel, and she was holding his mother's robe up, examining it skeptically.

"Ahem."

"Oh!" Hermione was startled, causing her to stumble down and land on her butt.

Draco would have been laughing his head off at her clumsiness if the towel hadn't partly fallen off revealing her supple body, fresh yet with precipitation from showering. He stood on the door frame gaping at her.

Hermione was struggling to grab the fallen towel and anything else nearby. She thought he was her husband and has seen her naked plenty of times, yet she felt completely embarrassed, uncomfortable, and shy having him see her like this. She blushed, clutching the towel, robe, and bed sheets, trying to cover as much as possible.

Draco shook his head, "Are you all right?" he asked helping her up. He can't believe he was gawking at Granger like – like it was the first time he's seen a witch naked.

"You startled me," Hermione said, trying to laugh away her nervousness.

"I came to check up on you. What were you doing? And why aren't you dress yet?"

"I don't," Hermione stutter, "I don't know how to put this on." She held up the robe.

"You put it on like any other robe. You put your arms in, tie it here, button it here, here, here and here, pull this over this, tie it here, and the ends of the skirt will go here." Draco instructed her. It's so simple, who doesn't know how to put on a robe?

Hermione looked at him curiously, "Okay…" she said, "I think I'm going to need some help though."

"If you don't want to wear this one then I'm have Nippy get you another one. Nippy!" Draco called the house elf.

Hermione shirked and latched herself onto Draco.

"WHAT IS THAT THING?!" she pointed to the house elf.

"He's a house elf," Draco answered in a bored tone, until he saw that she had drop the towel again and is clutching onto him naked.

He felt him stiffen involuntary, twitching at the sight of her completely bare. Whimpering, her head and breast was pressed onto his chest. Her nails digging into his back, it felt so good and she was trembling. It didn't help that one of her legs had made its way between his when she jumped at him.

Draco was getting hard from the friction from her leg and the sounds she was making. He buried his nose in her tangled hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo on her and softly moaned. One eye opened, he saw the house elf standing nearby waiting for his orders.

Not wanting to be embarrassed in front of his house elf, Draco quickly thought of something utterly disgusting so he could stop the desire to sniff some more of Granger's hair. Dumbledore and McGonagall going at it – oh yeah that helped.

"Gr – Hermione," He whispered soothingly, "it's only a house elf. You know Nippy, you're…good friends with him." He made up the last part and gave the house elf a sharp look.

"I am?" she looked up at him blinking.

"Yes – yes you are," Draco stuttered.

Thankfully she stopped trembling and her hold on him loosened, but she began staring up at him with those big brown, watery eyes. And her breast – Merlin! He can see the curves of her breast – NO! Draco mentally shouted at himself for getting hard for Granger twice! – Dumbledore, McGonagall, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Dumbledore, McGonagall…

"Nippy!" He said through grit teeth, "Go get Gr–Hermione another robe, a simpler one."

Nippy bowed and disappeared with a snap of his finger, causing Hermione to scream and go back to hugging Draco tighter. Before he could get hard again, Draco pulled her frighten form off him saying he heard a knock.

Shutting the door, Draco took deep breaths, and then coincidentally, he heard a knock on his door. He opened it to find Crabbe and Goyle empty handed.

"We got her address," Crabbe began.

"But we can't get pass her security wards," Goyle added.

After the fools left he took her address and told Hermione he was going out to run a few errands and if she needed anything ask Nippy. What poor excuses of wizards they both are! Can't even get pass Granger's wards! Draco grumbled as he looked at the parchment with her address. Standing outside Hermione's flat, Draco searched the building for her flat's number.

Hermione sat on the couch, taking in her surroundings. This is her house, she told herself, there is no need to be worried… I live here. If that's true then why does she feel like an intruder in her own house?

"Is mistress hungry?" the house elf popped next to her.

Hermione slight jumped when she saw It. She relaxed a bit when she saw It wasn't going to hurt her.

"Hello…" Hermione said cautiously.

"Nippy," It said, "I's Nippy."

"Nippy," Hermione repeated, smiling at Nippy nervously.

Merlin what's with all the wards anyway? It's not like she even has anything valuable that's worth stealing. Draco thought as he looked her living room up and down. The first word that came to mind when he saw her flay was tiny. He swore his House elves live in a much larger place then this.

Sighing, Draco went and opened all visible doors searching for her bedroom. The bed was too small, for two people that is. The cheap couch in the living room looked like a giant compared to her bed. Bet Weasley doesn't mind, having to grow up living in a one room shack with his family. This must be a mansion to him.

Draco opened her closet, looking for suitable robes for Hermione to wear and throwing out those he disapproved of, which was almost everything. Soon there were two piles on either side of him, the trash pile heaping up to the ceiling and the approving pile barely existing.

He was doing her favor throwing out those horrible robes. The Ministry pays her enough, he knew that. She could at least get a better wardrobe or maybe that's how Weasley likes it. He wants her to look as poverty stricken as him - so they'd match.

Why that despicable basted! Not only is Weasel dressing raggedy and eating like a starving pig, but he's dragging his friends to do it too?! Draco has never felt so sorry for Granger…and Potter too – all right maybe not Potter.

Draco picked up the only three robes he approved of and some tasteful lingerie, which he was shocked to see she even had any.

"Meow."

Draco looked to where the sound originated and there lying on the bed was some type of fur ball glaring at him. Oh yeah she had a cat I guess I forgot, he thought to himself. Definitely her cat all right, its fur is as unruly as that bird's nests its mistress's calls hair. I suppose I should take it to her.

Picking up a hideous sweater form the discarded pile, Draco threw it over the cat so he would not be scratch. Holding the struggling fur ball under his arm, he apparated away, leaving the mountainous pile of her clothes on the bed room floor.

As soon as Draco got to his penthouse he dropped the fur ball on the floor and called for Nippy to put the robes away.

"Master,"

"What?"

"You have a visitor."

"Who? And where?" Draco arched his brow.

"Mr. Zabini, sir, in sitting room talking to the Miss."

"What?!"